Time to hit the sea again, no choice, “it's sink or sail.”
“Memories like bits of paper” or blood leave a trail.
Across the blue and green Earth a wide path I did tear.
Lived in no place but have been almost everywhere.
Sometimes it feels like I am part of nothing at all.
Just come and go among people as leaves blow in fall.
Islands of Philippines, Thai elephants; Is that me?
Desert sands, stars over the Pacific; Is that me?
It has taken awhile but now I finally see.
I must be part of them if they are part of me.